Troop's letter

Troop's letter

I have this rage deep inside my soul
It hurts so much I've lost control
I love the sight of all their blood
I love it when it does not clot
I have no control of myself
My soul took off and lost itself
I'm here to fight this gruesome bloody war
All my goodness was removed and locked in a drawer
I'm told I'm doing really good
They tell me they would do it if they could
But I'm the one with the rifle
I'm the one dealing with all the hassle
Why do I have to kill?
I've realized now this is real
I'm done with all this crap
You can take this rifle and shove it up your ass
Lock me away I don't care
Taking innocent lives I can not bare
So do what you will
Innocent blood I will not spill
I can no longer stand this
My normal life I really miss

-FTG- poem is about how troops eventually beleive that all others are foes but after some time doing it they realize they are doing wrong.